Logan Likes Mary Anne Graphic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She’d been craving for attention from any of the brothers—Landon especially—for as long as I’d known her. Logan leaned forward, his face dancing dangerously close to hers, his whenever leaving here the whole time. He had a lollipop which he played around the corners of his mouth like he didn’t have a care in the world. I noticed the way Marie’s breath hitched at the proximity of Logan’s face to hers. He lifted her bag from he floor by the foot of her desk and set it between them on the desk.

On our way there, we saw her standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at a locker. "Anna, we've been looking for you," I said to her when we were close enough. She did not respond. "Bro, isn't this her locker? Mason asked me. "Yeah. Why do you ask?" He pointed to it. That's when I noticed the spray paint with the statement on it. It said 'you are trying me, Siromani. Do not mess with what is bigger than you'. "What kind of psycho is this?" I asked. "I don't know," I heard Anna say.

I hear a low growl come from behind me and realise that I still had my mate link open and Logan just saw everything that I did. I walked up to him and hit him hard 3 times in the jaw, then the chest and abdomen and then once in the balls. I then step back. Both Ariel and I want to take his life, but we also agree that Mary and Melanie have even more rights... I step back into Logan's arms and watch as first Mary walks up to him and only punches him a couple of times on the jaw and in the nose. I smile as she is a healer, not one to hurt others.

“Okay. But you’re making me T-shirts. I want one that says Save Marigold Grove or We Riot.” I cracked a smile, the idea of creating something fun lighting a spark of hope within me. “Deal.” I returned to my laptop, pulling up Canva to adjust the spacing on the logo I’d sketched—a whimsical design of paw prints shaped like leaves encircling a solitary tree. In my mind, I envisioned asking Alan if he and Rufio would join me for the walk. I wondered if I could phrase it so it wouldn’t come off as too much or too little.

"They have a... silent truce." "Keep your man away from my man," I said annoyed, with a possessive edge in my voice. Logan burst out laughing. "Happy you've claimed Gavin as mine, but win Peter over first before calling him yours." I sighed. "Fine." I paused, a sudden diabolical thought occurring to me "Can I take a picture with you?" Logan raised a brow, but shrugged. "Sure, why not?" We posed for a quick selfie, and I draped my arm casually over Logan's shoulder and took the picture. As I looked at the photo, a mischievous grin spread across my face. I sent it to Gavin, captioning it,

Logan couldn’t help but be amused by her cute attempt to get back at him. “You just marked me my love.” He answered leaving Audrey confused. “Don’t you know that this is how mates mark each other temporarily? This or they lick each other all over” Audrey let out a barf sound at that explanation finding it highly unlikely not to mention extremely sickening, Logan was probably just messing with her

Mandy said and was about to leave the room. "Pretty Mandy, don't be in such a hurry to leave." Logan curled his lips as he sexily winked at Mandy. Any ordinary person who saw Logan winking at them would be spellbound, but Mandy, who had stood next to a stunning man like Henry for quite some time, was not fazed by Logan's wink. Mandy just politely smiled. "Anything else Mr. Graham?" Logan winked and made a devilish smile, "Do you have any insider information? Can you reveal some to us?"

It was a very beautiful name. Moreover, in the photo, the dragon, Logan, was standing with his palms in his pants pockets, with his long hair down, and a very domineering expression on his face. He looked quite scary in that picture. But his facial expression was always like that after all. Just like when she came to The Moon Stone Pack that day. The cold facial expression, and the domineering aura, were typical of Logan Marshall. "I took that photo three years ago."

Lottie waved her hand to dismiss the topic and smiled at him. “That’s good,” Logan breathed in relief. “Well, since that’s the case... Why don't you give me a chance, pretty lady? You don't have a fated mate anymore. I can be your chosen mate.” He winked playfully at Lottie, which made me ball my hands into fists to stop myself from hitting him. “Call me Charlotte,” Lottie said with a small smile. “I know, but I kinda like calling you ‘pretty lady’. Let’s make it my pet name for you.” Logan winked at Lottie again, and this time, she laughed.

Logan: seriously, babe? He added a serious emoji after his text. I giggled as I typed my text and pressed send. Me: what? It's cute. Logan: babe, Don would be the perfect role for Maui. Me: Logan, your brother, barely have any hair. Logan: we get him a wig. I sighed. Me: pweeeeasssseeeeeeeeeee No answer except the bubble icon indicating he's typing, finding a way out before the waterworks. Logan: Alright, fine. You win. But next year, I'm choosing.